Holding Steady Through the Storm
Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.
In the blistering heat, the deserts laugh,
A shimmering sight, a celestial craft.
A mirage appears, with a whimsical tune,
Conducting the giggles, beneath the hot moon.
The cowboys draw close, their spirits set free,
As echoes of joy blend with cactus and bee.
With each rustling breeze, the laughter swells grand,
A symphony born from the sunburnt land.
From the shadows they watch, with eyes full of glee,
As shadows dance lightly ˜neath the tumbleweed tree.
Each chuckle a note in this strange, warm embrace,
Woven together in time and in space.
As dusk starts to melt into twilight™s embrace,
The mirage fades softly, a dream gone apace.
Yet the laughter still lingers, a sweet, fleeting gift,
A melody whispering, hearts begin to lift.
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